When you've been broken too many times to count, hope and faith become words so foreign and alien to you. There is only so much that one can do to fix ones heart. Because after some time, fixing your heart becomes so tiresome you give up and let it be because every time you piece it back together it only gets broken again. So why bother? The story of a girl who had her heart broken time and time again, she lost faith in love. Will this faith be restored, or will she live the rest of her life, broken?